Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Infinity, a poem by Patricia Crandall

                                                                                    In drifting waves
                                                                                    A jewel of a lake
                                                                                    Unable to rein in my gaze


Monday, March 5, 2018


Icy tunneled roadways
give shelter from wintry winds
where tousled, snow-fingered limbs
harbor iced patterns
on fragile leaves
yet to fall off armies of trees.
A tree-lined lake        
mirrors blue and gold
(ice and sun).
The brightest star shines
higher than its counterpart,
(a quarter moon). At night,
moonlight showers
are white-gold
like a husky’s fur.
In the woodland,
early spring moves slap-dash
through a running brook.
At dusk, birds share
bounteous feeders.
New snowflakes fall
on the frozen ground.
At the roadside,
snow-capped mailboxes
and snow-shelves
bank along the passageways.
Patricia Crandall

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

The Best of Fiction on the Web is now available to buy

The big day has finally arrived. Here are the links to buy copies of the book:

If you asked for a free copy, you will receive it at the beginning of March.

What next?

- I've attached a press release - please spread it far and wide! Let's try to get people excited about this wonderful charitable anthology.

- You can also direct people to this web page:

- When you read the book, please leave a review on Amazon.

Monday, February 19, 2018

AMERICA, by author Patricia Crandall

Jet streams pass over
a cherished heritage
Eagles soar beneath,
symbols of righteous freedom.
I retain
one part of the main,
New York
industrious and powerful.
Vacationing south, I
traveled wide
of New England’s crowning vistas
and meshed through warm, flat straights,
wending into Florida,
poignant with crowded sunshine
and Mickey Mouse.
I am
desirous yet to see
Colorado Rockies
California style
all territories united.
you have aged well, being
worthy of infinite beauty and greatness.
And through all the dark
you give us light.

by Patricia Crandall

Friday, January 19, 2018

WINDOW BIRD WATCHING by Patricia Crandall

Do you have an invalid living with you? Or an elderly parent, a hyperactive child, too-busy husband or wife, unexpected guests? Face them toward a window where they can view bird feeders visited by cardinals, sparrows, juncos, mourning doves, chickadees, grosbeaks, nuthatches, titmice, pine siskin, starlings, blue jays, woodpeckers and hummingbirds. The entertainment is delightful. And, in your harried moments, you might face that window.
Bird feeders come in all shapes and sizes as do birds. There are plastic feeders in which to hold wild bird seed, sunflower seeds, thistle seeds, and hand-crafted, wooden feeders. A favorite feeder of mine is a wooden chickadee with three cut-out holes, to hold peanut butter and seeds pressed into it. What sheer poetry to see a chickadee perched on its wooden equal.
 One particular feeder comes in the shape of an apple with a skewer, to hold suet. You can make a homemade suet container by discarding all bacon grease and grease products into the bottom half of a milk carton. Fill it with pan drippings until you have enough to insert into your suet feeder. Cut it to fit. Birds love it. Suet keeps them warm, and it costs nothing.

Each May, in Upstate New York, hummingbirds arrive at our feeders filled to the brim, with glistening red nectar. After a long journey, these tiny birds populate the northeast for a brief summer season. During this time, it is thrilling to observe the vibrant colors of the males, and the muted colors of the females, as they build their basket nests, and tend to their young. These birds are so small, it helps to have a pair of binoculars on hand. The males are territorial and chase predators three times their size, to protect their families. As predictable as they are to arrive in May, they generally leave mid-September.
Children delight in bird watching and it beats staring at the TV, Ipad or iPhone all the while. Grandma enjoys tea at a cozy table indoors where it is warm, with a vantage point to view the birds. John, in a wheelchair, is drawn to nature, observing the wildlife.
Wild ducks come to our feeders in early spring to eat the seeds that fall on the ground. Although not as welcome as the others, black bears awakening after a long, winter’s nap, visit our feeders and cause havoc.
Squirrels are pesky at times. One solution to this age-old problem is to set the feeder on a pole rather than attach it to a tree limb. Then grease the pole with Crisco. These gray critters cannot shimmy up a slippery pole; however, they are agile ‘out on a limb!’
All things considered, bird watching is therapeutic for everyone. It is a quiet, peaceful, harmonious way to enjoy nature.

Thursday, January 18, 2018

Contest Winner on Nature Poetry

Thank you to all that entered this Poetry Contest.

First Place: Let's Applaud The Kingdoms by Salvatore Buttaci

Salvatore wins a $30.00 check and an autographed copy of I Passed This Way by Patricia Crandall.

Thank you to all who entered this contest. Although your poems did not win they are worthy choices and I hope you consider this Contest again next year. It will be announced in fb and on my blog.

Let me leave you with this Toast by Charles Chigna

Here's to creativity,
to paths outside our comfort zone
where each new block is not a rock,
but just a stepping stone.

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

ONCE UPON A WINTER WALK by Patricia Crandall

Once upon a winter walk
down a foot worn path,
after a new fallen snow,
tree limbs were heavily laden
with stark white condensation
and footprints appeared before me.
It is a small white
scurrying animal.
I considered the path yet not trodden.
My winter boots make an imprint
over the delicate tracks.
All beauty and majesty
are in this white kingdom.
I witness the splendor of new fallen snow,
winter wonderland white.
I alone see and shall retain
this momentary vision
during a late afternoon walk.
The wind stirs a branch,
snowflake falls lightly upon snowflake.

Infinity, a poem by Patricia Crandall

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